Dating was never something Tetradore particularly thought his future would hold, much less that such a relationship would last terribly long to begin with. Perhaps he was jaded but, with his particular past, he had always anticipated he would be found and returned to that captivity he had escaped from. Any relationship was a mere distraction and yet now? Now he had the whole world open to him. Now there was no 'going back'. Now, he hadn't the faintest idea of what the future held for him but he was hardly untainted enough to imagine any sort of marriage and happy family life. Samantha was his first and frankly, he'd hardly even considered that she might be his last or that there might be any others beyond her. All that mattered to the man was the present. For so long, it was all he had to think of, it was a habit that was particularly difficult to break. Still, a soft chuckle left his mouth as her lips pressed against her cheek. And yet, despite the ease at which he accepted that gesture of affection, hardly a word left his lips on the topic. It wasn't that the idea wasn't nice, in it's own way, but the simple fact that such a thing was unfathomable to him - at least, in regards to what she was insinuating. After all, he had always anticipated a particularly short and unpleasant life.


That nuzzle of her nose in his shoulder earned the young woman a glance within her general direction and yet, her assurance that his idea at dating was acceptable brought little more then a snort from his nose. He knew her well enough to know that she hardly called the nights they spent beside the fighting ring or curled up in his bed as "acceptable dates" and yet, it was a point he wasn't intending to argue. At least, if not only because this sight he was sure fell within the realm of at least somewhat romantic. He was capable of trying when it so crossed his fancy. His emerald eyes turned back towards the sandy shore, waiting with infinite patience for the lights he was so determined to show to her. Her voice reached out to him and yet, he cut her off, that bright blue hue slowly beginning to stir within those waters. It clearly caught her attention, her features lighting up in awe at the natural phenomenon and in that moment, Tetradore was entirely content to simply watch her profile. There was no denying he enjoyed that look of happiness that fluttered across her features. Lately it had been particularly...lacking. He hadn't the faintest idea of what had been perturbing the woman but even he wasn't entirely oblivious that she hadn't been as carefree as she once was.


It was the touch of her lips upon his that drew the man from those thoughts, his attention refocusing quite simply upon her features as she pulled back. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly as she spoke his name, her voice clearly trailing off with a hint of hesitance. His eyebrows furrowed momentarily, concerned, almost, for whatever it was she seemed so determined to speak. He hardly expected, however, those words that he received and instead, he offered her the smallest of simpers. Love was a peculiar topic for him, one that was often met with caution and yet, those three words had come easier to him of late, what with the absence of his mistress in his life. "I love you too, Samantha." He stated simply enough, his fingers reaching up to caress her cheek. "If you arn't opposed to leaving this cold, we could always go back up to my room and lock the door, you know." He commented, his intentions at such words quite clear, any doubt surely erased by that boyish grin upon his features. Despite all his inexperience with dating and all his distance, Tetradore was still very much a man.